12. At the age of seventeen I was nominated for a Nobel Prize.
I really wanted to win one for literature, but, due to some combination of typographical error, mistaken identity, and a brief experiment with a new category of prizes, I almost received one for xenobiology, a fringe science speculating about the biological, anatomical, and evolutionary nature of alien life.
I didn’t win but, come to think of it, this may be why my particular bus was picked up by that flying saucer a few years later.
I’d never really put the two together before. Hmm.
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This explains so much...
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